"You cannot stop me," the voice said, quiet and absolute. "You have already tried. Everything you had. It did not so much as mark me."
Jin's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer right away, waiting for whatever came next.
"That was not restraint on your part," the voice continued. "You struck to kill. I felt every strike meant exactly that. You simply lack the strength for it. Or the knowledge of what actually needs striking."
Daeho's fists curled at his sides, old frustration flaring even through his exhaustion. "So what, we're just supposed to feel small about that."
"You misunderstand," the voice said. "I am not mocking you. I am stating a fact you have already demonstrated for yourselves, exhaustively, across the last few hour. There is no shame in it. Only truth."
"Then why are we still talking," Yewon asked, sharp despite the exhaustion pulling at her voice. "If we're that far beneath you, why not just end this now."
